End

Finished
Empty room, bicycle
Flowers, sticks, balls, breakfast is ready
Bath time, clean your room, homework time
Build a fire, toast, coffee, hot tea
Cereal and milk, spread the grits to cool them
watermelon, tanner beach, water park
baseball, running fast, shirtless
outgrown tennis shoes, blonde hair, red cheeks
butterfly kisses, button down shirt for church
Head in my lap, asleep in the car
school visits, do your best, yes you can
court room, heart-racing, man in black robe
Darth Vader speaks the doom
No one believes it
Silence for centuries
A vacuum sucks me out of the world
Peace
Return
Quiet
Blueberries, birds, porch, hot tea, books, friends, warm fire
Alone
God
Mama, where are you?
I see you Mama, you're a butterfly
Hold me Mama
Mary, you know how I feel?
She does
Comfort
Heart ache
More comfort
Heart weak
More comfort
Soft tears
More comfort
Sunrise
Birds sing
Quiet
Flowers bloom
Music
Dance
Paint
Love
Hunger
Love
Companion
Life
Children grow
Let go
Human
Earth gives
Earth takes
God loves
Heart heals
Love grows
Fields blossom
Harvest
Abundance
Gratitude
Life
Reflection
End

I would

I would walk through the briars
Poison Ivy, and Icy Creeks
I would climb over large stumps
Face snakes of all types
Enter a dark cave with no flashlight
I would pick up broken glass
And hold it tight in my hand
I would walk across a bridge with no sides
crossing a deep gorge, with my eyes wide open
I would go inside a burning building
and look in every room, and under every pillow
and rug and pull up the floor piece by piece
to find you
And I would find the strength, to carry you out
of the burning building
I would wash you off, give you oxygen
bind your wounds and hold your hand
till you were ready to let go
Then I would watch you walk towards your destiny
Tall and strong and proud
My son

Heal

A family broken
Comes together, for one who is broken.
We watch her travel the road, a little shaky, but determined.
She stands, and sways a bit, her man beside her
Gently holding her hands.
Reassurance
He will hold her up if she falls
Not a metaphor
Really. He will hold her.
A union of two, became a union of twelve
Maybe thirteen if you count the little ones

One is still missing from the circle.
No one mentions his name.

Families break
Brokenness brings something beautiful
Gratitude
Hope
Forgiveness
Love
Healing
Beauty
Smiles
Laughter

Families Heal
Tears
Hope
Joy
God
Peace
Mercy
Love